Journal of Lloyd M. Garmadon- Ninjago AU

This might be a Long Entry

"Koko, meet Lloyd." I was getting aggravated at my uncle Wu. What was so funny that I couldn't assume she was a therapist.

"Fine. Is she one of your students from your monastery?" He just laughed to himself again. "A colleague? A mom for one of the students in my school who feel they could do a better job at raising me?" Uncle Wu just kept on laughing. Wouldn't be the first time the last one happened.

"Stop laughing and tell me who she is!" I blew my fuse a bit. I think it was like an everyday teenager just telling some idiot in his class to shut up already cause he's talking way too loud to concentrate especially in a physics class. Not that things like those bother me. Okay, they do.

I saw the woman staring at me as if she couldn't believe it. I guess she hasn't heard of the surprisingly infamous Lloyd whose uncle makes sure he doesn't go to juvie. Surprising because of the infamous part. I'm popular, that part I understand, but I just can't seem to get it around my head how I became nationally popular. I always see my face on the news a week after I break a few bones or leave someone in a terrible state. Before that, the federal police would pin me down in the middle of the street like I'm a terrorist. So embarrassing.

Like one time when I was going on an errand for uncle Wu and a boatload of cops just grabbed me and pinned me down like I could kill any one of them with the snap of a finger. I'm pretty sure the old lady at the tea shop hates me now. She always gives me a long suspicious stare until I leave. But back to what happened yesterday.

"I'll leave you two for a moment." Uncle Wu said trying to keep his smile down. There he goes again doing something I don't even understand.

"You didn't even introduce her to me!" I complained. It was almost like the time he tricked me into going counseling when I was twelve. We never saw that dude ever again when I was done with him. Payback for dumping me with someone who acted like he was dealing with a five-year-old.

I stared at the woman for a minute wondering what was going on. She looked unsure of herself and very nervous. She stood up from the table and walked over to me. I could see the tears she was holding in and the smile she had on like she was mentally encouraging herself.

"You don't recognize me?" She asked. Her voice was familiar but I couldn't place it. I shook my head.

"It's me, Lloyd, your mom." Those five words made me all wobbly. I moved back in confusion. She was supposed to be dead. Like 'I went on a secret adventure, got crushed by a mountain maybe' dead.

"But they said you were dead?!" I was having a semi-panic attack and the wave of emotions was burning my chest. I couldn't think about anything.

"I was on an expedition, but so many things happened and I'm just so lucky to have found my way back to Ninjago. To you."

"It's not true. It can't be true!" It was a voice in my head screaming out my doubts. I was in partial disbelief. I wanted to hug her and at the same time stay as far away from her as possible.

When I was a kid, I never felt grief for her disappearance. I didn't know her so I chose not to care. But right then, I wasn't just nonchalant. There was something inside me, I don't know what it was, but it wanted me to hate her, to wish she was dead, to want her to remain dead.

I felt so sick. "There's no way you could have come back," I told her.

"Lloyd, look I know you have a hard time coming to a realization but you've got to believe me. I never died, I just disappeared." I started to calm down I guess but then there was a part of what she said that stopped me.

"Wait, disappeared? You said you went missing." She fell silent. I'm not ten and neither was I ten when she said that. She -my mom- looked like she was smart, intelligent even. There was no way, to her, that being missing and putting on a disappearing act meant the same thing.

Turns out she went on an expedition and decided to disappear for almost twelve years. Then she comes back and hopes I'll still be the four-year-old kid she abandoned with her brother-in-law. That was the only thing in my head right then. To think I could have had a different life where I lived with my mom, my uncle taught at his monastery, and maybe, just maybe I wouldn't have this temper issues causing my downfall is just so unfair.

This is the end of my long entry. I'm sorry if the story wasn't clear. I got angry and ran away and now I'm underneath those weird tunnel things little kids play in at the park and it's super uncomfortable. I'm gonna go hide somewhere else in this park. Maybe someplace to sleep too. No way I'm going back home after I exploded in my mom's face. I wouldn't be able to live with the fact that on my first day as a sixteen-year-old, I crushed the arms of a classmate, broke a friend of mine too, almost killed another friend of mine, and put my mom in a spot she probably now fears/hates me.

Worst. Birthday. Ever.